Curate, connect, and discover
please read the reblogs. This is crack fic at it’s finest, and I got many giggles out of it.
Ra's smiled as he looked at the young Detective. He was trapped. If he did not acquiesce to Ra's's demands, then his new friend would perish. The other boy's shirt was already soaked with his blood.
The other boy did not look concerned by the fact that he was losing blood in the slightest and Ra's wondered where Timothy had found someone too stupid to realize their mortal peril.
"Well," said the other boy as he stretched--wasn't that the arm Ra's had cut off? "It's nice to know that the whole 'elderly Froot Loop' who wants to force a teen into being his protege is something that transcends dimensions."
Timothy looked at the other boy. Then his eyes moved to the ground, where the severed arm was still lying. "No shit," he asked.
"Sadly, no. Ugh, I'm covered in blood again." The other boy--flickered. That was the best way that Ra's could describe it. The blood then fell through his body to land on the floor. "That's better."
"Oh, that's good. You must save a fortune on cleaning."
"You'd think so, wouldn't you?"